Homies & thuggs ["the remix"]
Ghetto niggaz remain violent all the killers remain silent
niggaz strapped with 45's and ain't smiling
And I'm driving to a place they're all rome'
the lake we build houses but its the hood we call home
In the ghetto the only place a motherf**ker will keep it real
we focused on the dollar bill, still
The outsiders tend to disrespect the place
where niggaz do thier struggling die with a straight face
Surviving, under conditions demons dinin'
you can run it but can't hide it so step aside
Its the nigga that makin' music for the streets
cause I love this motherf**ker like pussy with no sheets,
cause its deep
Some niggaz make it out the neighborhood and won't circle
and let the money make them nervous, what's the purpose?
A motherf**ker sitting on fat
Who done came up in the hood but he can't come back
f**k that, I remain in the street game frame
on a mission to maintian me and take aim
In position to let my opposition know my life
cause off in these streets I keep it real but what's right?
Surviving, sitting on a key doing business on a beeper
I'm sinking in this motherf**ker deeper
Fear the reaper that no man born or woman harm me
f**k being a nigga in your army